Chapter 345

Third Person's POV

Cleo and Drusilla returned to the Crimsonmoon Pack territory, their nerves frayed.

The air, usually carrying the scent of pine and territorial marks, was now thick with their humiliation and rage.

As they entered the packhouse, Cleo spun around and slapped Drusilla viciously, her claws grazing Drusilla's cheek.

The crack echoed through the stone hall.

"Ouch!" Drusilla cried, clu